I wanted to touch you.
Touch you as you
have never been touched before.
But you registed
and I pushed
but you threw me off
as though I was hurting you.
When all I wanted to do
was touch you.
You have been hurt
like so many of your kin.
And I tried
to break you
and I failed.
It is as though
you feel powerless.
As though without a phallus
you are weak and not a man
which is what you try not to portray.
It is as though,
I will find you out
and will turn away from you.
Death will be in the air
and you will forget how to love
because you will have been hurt.